Gather the angels’ tunic
Graze the palaces of the Cherubs
Resound shrill at night,
They have flesh around their bones.

Socrates erected a temple to the People
His blood was its price
Plato dwelled in there, and let the bells toll
Kant traveled among the stars
Disclosing out their wonders,
The moral law resided inside the Man
No one should be feeling small any longer.

Where will this sun halt?
It delays and rejoices, looking at the heights
It timidly draws a light upon the slopes
It’s too uncomfortable to dip down at valley.

The lords of the word rule the sword that glows and threatens the dark damned,
They forgot passion and pardon
And filthy they wallow, in the war of the poor.